Memories Unvailed

Innocence is stolen so often by the sick fucks out there of the world;
not caring what they do to children, so long as their need is satisfied.
Youthful eyes and supple skin has no business in the hands of evil doers.

Cries in the night are never heard with the soft touch of the sly manipulator; make you think you like it and you do, until the day comes when your head is speaking and your heart is somewhere else. Wash away the busy brain with quiet earth, God, and all his Angels standing by.

Tell me how to have a big girl affair with this little girl heart, all broken in pieces; and tell the little boy that says no but means yes, with shame and guilt, it's not his fault. Rage and hurt abide within this body, buried deep, it rarely surfaces anymore, but healing still needs to occur.

Great Spirit, show me the way inside, they prayed.